Yesterday

I saw something awesome.

I was standing in my living room, waiting for J to get himself ready to sing something that we could put on Wacktopia when some motion across the street caught my attention.

Everything was either white or gray out there since we have all this snow and it was overcast, too. So, when a red-tailed hawk dive bombed a red bud tree that just happened to be full of robins it colored up the world significantly when tens of birds exploded out of the tree in near unison, their red breasts suddenly visible. Poor hawk. He got all the neighborhood birds riled up. On a quiet day, suddenly birds were noisily flying everywhere as the hawk, who had landed hard on the icy snow took a moment to fold his wings and take flight for the solitude of a nearby oak.

I think he was embarrassed, maybe. I know that he was disappointed.

Happy snowy Thursday, y’all!